Jaebum's Jae-buns

He walks towards you, then leans over and rests one of his hands on the surface of your cheek. His fingers feel cold against your skin as he instantly captures your lips with his own.

His mouth moves effortlessly against yours.

He always was a good kisser.

Your breathing becomes more ragged as he gradually pushes you down onto the bed and begins to strip you of your clothing. You don’t seem to notice, the fire of his kiss is more than enough to distract you.

He slides the shirt over your head in an instant, trailing his hands over the newly exposed skin. You find that his lips leave yours and instead begin to trail down your body.

From your jawline to neck, he sucks hard at the tender skin, causing you to wince at the slight pain the feeling brings.

Admittedly, you didn’t think you’d ever be sleeping with someone you’d known since childhood. It felt wrong, but at the same time, felt so right. You couldn’t deny that his touch made you feel some sort of way, maybe even more than that of lust.

“Yoongi-” you gasp, feeling one of his hands slide down in between your thighs. He strokes his fingers against the thin fabric, switching between the tips of his fingers and palm as your mouth elicit moans.

Still sucking on your neck, your hands move to grasp the back of his head, but you freeze and retract your hands, remembering his rules.

“It’s fine,” he assures, pulling away from your chest momentarily to grab your wrists and bring them behind his head. You test your new freedom out, tugging gently at the strands of his hair.

“I need you inside me,” you groan, feeling Yoongi’s mouth latch onto your chest, his free hands fondling the other. He glances up at you through his lashes.

“Already?” he laughs, blowing teasingly over your wet nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod, chewing on your bottom lip as the heat between your thighs grows. He cocks his head to the side, smirking, before he releases you and moves back to loom over you on the bed. He stares at your body, looking you up and down, his expression clouded with arousal, then lowers himself once again to kiss his way down your stomach and to the final piece of fabric covering your core.

Yoongi removes your panties, leaving you completely bare. You notice that he has yet to remove any of his clothing except for his sweatshirt. Waiting patiently for him to remove his sweats, a feeling of modesty washes over you, leaving you to cover your breasts and cross your legs.

“Stop that,” he says, his voice low, “put your hands down.”

A new wave of desire rips through you as the dominance returns to his eyes. You follow his order, and anxiously wait for him to command you again.

“Spread your legs,” he says, and you do so, nudging your bent knees farther apart. Yoongi shakes his head, then taps your knee with his finger, “wider.”

You swallow hungrily, watching as his eyes focus on you. He groans, rubbing over his clothed cock.

“Yoongi…” you whine, urging him to move. His eyes leave your heat for a moment, narrowing as he looks at you.

“Don’t rush me,” he growls.

He grabs his waistband before looking you in the eyes again.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

“I wouldn’t have called you over here if I didn’t, Yoongi.”

As if those words triggered something in him, he rids himself of his clothing hastily.

“Condoms?” he asks, but seems to answer to his own question as he reaches your bedside drawer. He pulls out a single condom, ripping the packaging and slipping it onto the crown of his arousal. Reaching down to guide himself between the two of you, he runs his cock through your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip of his throbbing member.

Grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms above you, his bangs brush up against your forehead before he positions himself at your entrance.

Without warning, he sinks his cock deep inside of you.

Your eyes squeeze tightly at the stretch of Yoongi’s hardened cock, and he stops moving as he bottoms out, waiting for you to adjust.

The sight of you beneath him, pupils blown wide with arousal, cheeks flushed hotly, necks peppered with marks claiming you as his, nipples hardened against the slightest brush of his fingers, core dripping for him leaves Yoongi holding back a moan as you twitch around him.

“I’m moving,” he grunts, pulling his hips back slowly, then thrusting back into with a force that sent your head bumping against the headboard.

Any control that he had managed to keep up until now left him, when the feeling of you around him took his breath away.

He thrust into you rapidly, losing track of time and his surroundings, and getting lost in the haze of you wrapping around him.

“You look so damn beautiful,” he grunted, releasing his grip on your wrists to sit back on his ankles, not stopping his thrusts as he looked back down at you again, his hands dancing up to roll each of your nipples between his fingers.

The tenderness of his voice came as a shock to you, but you didn’t have long to think about it as Yoongi continued his ministrations, and it became hard for you to focus on anything but him.

His pace slowed, but his thrusts became deeper, reaching that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your mouth hung open in a silent groan as your orgasm began to swell, and you rocked your hips to meet each of his deep, calculated thrusts.

You came as Yoongi slipped a hand down to rub your clit in slow, steady circles, your release gripping him so sweetly that it sent him over the edge. He slowed his thrusts to a stop, collapsing on top of you as his heart hammered.

He clutched you close against his body, pulling out. Yoongi breathed deeply, trying to still his pounding heart while he rolled over beside you. He turned his head to watch you, as you smiled, running your fingers through your hair.

“That was great,” you chuckled, flipping over to face him, “thanks for being there for me, Yoongi. You’re the only friend I can rely on like this.”

He nodded in response.

It was a damn shame.

You nodded, grabbing a glass for yourself, “care to join me?”

“Yeah, just let me get dressed first,” he grinned, turning towards your bedroom..

“No, no,” you stop him, “stay in the towel. It’ll give me easy access later.”

You wink, grabbing another glass, and laugh as you watch Yugyeom’s cheeks flush scarlet. 

A glass of wine later, you sit in the living room on the couch, Yugyeom sitting on the floor between your legs as you finish towelling off his damp hair.

He leans against your knee, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

Two glasses of wine later, the two of you sit on the couch, cuddled under a blanket, watching the newest episode of some reality TV show.

“I’m cold,” Yugyeom whines, his cheeks tinged red from the alcohol.

You glance over and laugh, “Well then you should’ve put on some clothes instead of wearing nothing but a towel. Are you drunk already?”

He shakes his head, “no, no, no. Of course not. I’m just a little bit buzzed.”

“Uhuh, definitely,” you agree sarcastically, “no more alcohol for you.”

You reach over the blanket to move aside Yugyeom’s glass. He groans, stopping you with a hand over yours. You sigh, passing him the glass the half empty bottle of wine.

“Knock yourself out,” you laugh.

The weight and stress of the day seemed to melt away with the help of Yugyeom and the wine, and you smile warmly at the sight of him trying to pour another glass for himself, his hands shaky, his speech slurred as he curses under his breath.

He had never really been much of a drinker.

“Okay,” you say, “it’s getting late. How about we put this away and head to bed?”

You stand, shaking the blanket off of you as you take the cup and bottle from Yugyeom’s hands.

“I’m hungry,” you hear him whine as you return the stuff to the kitchen. You turn around to see your partner wrapped in the blanket, pouting and flushed.

“I’m hungry,” he repeats.

“You didn’t have dinner before I got home?”

He shook his head cutely, “I haven’t eaten all day.”

You laugh, moving to open the fridge and pull out some leftover chinese takeout from the other night, “aw poor baby, the only thing you’ve had all day was a couple of glasses of wine.”

“I’m really starving.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s the whole reason I-” you turn again, boxes of takeout in hand, and are greeted by the sight of Yugyeom, still flushed, the blanket draped around his lower back and the crook of his elbows, leaving his chest and shoulders bare.

He looked godly, and you bit your lower lip at the sight. You set the food back into the fridge. Yugyeom’s expression darkened, his eyes hazing over with lust.

“Oh, you meant…” your eyes widen in realization.

“Get on the table,” he grunted, and you ginned widely, moving towards the table at barely a crawl.

Drunk Yugyeom dripped with sex. His usual goofy demeanor was replaced by confidence, sensuality, and best of all, he lost his filter and became open and honest about what he wanted, and when he wanted it.

“Now,” he said, his words bringing your focus back to him.

You move quickly, hopping up to sit on top. You watch Yugyeom as he glides over to you, stopping only a few inches away from you.

He peers down at you through half lidded eyes , then stoops to press his full lips against yours. You opened to him, his tongue slipping past your lips with a ferocious hunger. He deepened the kiss, running his hands down your back, then to the flesh of your hips. The blanket fell to the ground below, leaving Yugyeom covered in nothing but his towel from his shower. He tasted of red wine and burning passion.

You pull away, “baby, you’re drunk.”

A low groan escapes your mouth as he switches to sucking on your neck.

“So?” he hums against your skin, “I want you.”

You smile knowingly, “how do you want me?”

“On the table,” he says, “I want to taste you.”

“Yessir.”

You hop off of the table long enough to strip off your underwear before Yugyeom coaxes you back on the table.

“Open,” he nudged your knees apart, and slipped his hand between your legs. Your eyes widened as he slid his fingers over your throbbing core.

You spread yourself for him, watching the corners of his mouth curve as he slipped his fingers into you. He fell into a steady rhythm, curling his fingers just right. Your eyes glazed over, your breathing coming out in short pants as you lost yourself to the pleasure he stirred within you.

A flush covered your cheeks as the pace of his fingers increased, and you gasped out his name.

“Right there,” you moaned, “I’m so close.”

Yugyeom pulled his fingers from your heat, and your eyes shot open.

“Why’d you stop?” you hissed, your gaze snapping to his.

“Because I’m hungry,” he said, and you watched as his tongue ran over his fingers, cleaning your essence off of them, “you’re so sweet. You taste so good.”

He rolled you onto your back, fighting the urge to take you right there. Dropping to his knees, he pulled your hips to the edge of the table, hooking your thighs over his shoulders. He didn’t waste any time taking you with his mouth.

His tongue thrust into you, lapping at your heat, before moving to your clit.

Finally, he licked circles around the sensitive bud. You moaned and shook under him, your hips moving steadily against his mouth.

You ground your hips as far as you could while he took his time alternating between your bud and your entrance. The broad stroke of his tongue worked magic against you. Moans escaped you as he worked his mouth over you. He made a point to tease you, nipping and sucking at you, leaving marks along the soft skin of your inner thighs.

You could hear yourself begin to chant his name as you felt your orgasm creep up on you. He lifted his hands back to your entrance, opting to suck on your slit while his fingers pumped rapidly inside of you.

When he curled his fingers to hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars you felt your orgasm rip through you. You convulsed around his fingers, and Yugyeom continued to suck and pump until your body stopped shaking. He leaned back, standing to take in the view of you lying there, sex swollen, a look of completion on your face.

“Thanks for the meal,” you raised your head, catching his gaze as he licked the remains of your orgasm off of his lips. Your eyes made their way down to the tent of his own arousal.

You sat up, grinning widely as your fingers reached to tug at the towel.

“Now, let me return the favour.”

**unedited**

He knew it was the middle of the night, and that he had more work to get done in the following days.

This was probably the only time he’d had within the next little while to spend with you. He had the rest of the day off after his late night radio taping ended, and although it would make more sense to see you later on that day when the sun had already risen, he wanted to see you now.

And so, within the hour, he found himself at your doorstep.

As tired and exhausted as he felt, the moment you open the door, confused and half-asleep, he felt a small rush of energy as his heart swelled.

“Sorry, I was sleeping and just saw your text,” you yawn, welcoming him in.

You had been sleeping when you heard the doorbell ring, and awoke to a text from Minseok, letting you know that he was on his way, followed by another text letting you know he was waiting outside your door.

You open the door to see an exhausted Minseok. He stumbles in after you and follows you back to your room,, rummaging through your closet and pulling out a set of pyjamas that he kept at your place for whenever he spent the night.

“How was the radio show?” you ask, glancing at the clock on your bedside table that reads two in the morning.

He smiles softly, slipping out of his street clothes and setting them aside neatly.

“Good,” he says, “sorry for waking you, I just never get a chance to see you nowadays.”

You shake your head and stride from sitting on the edge of the bed to help him do up the buttons of his soft flannel pyjamas.

“No, no,” you smile, “I’m glad to see you.”

You finish with the buttons, and pat his chest affectionately. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your lips gently as the two of you jump under the covers of your bed.

The sheets feel softer, warmer, more inviting with Minseok there. You hold each other closely, your fingers playing with and running through his hair absentmindedly the way he liked.

Both tired, and half-awake, you fall asleep in the comfort of each other’s embrace, mid-conversation over your plans to go out for breakfast later that morning.

In the end, the two of you end up opting to sleep in, wrapped up in the sheet and one another.

**unedited**

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You sit on your couch in the living room of your apartment with Namjoon beside you, wrapped up in casual conversation with one another.

“Ugh,” you groan, “honestly Namjoon, I’ve been so deprived recently that I think it’s just time I downloaded one of those hookup apps again.”

Namjoon laughs softly as you throw your head back against the couch in defeat. “What?” he chuckles, “Where did this come from all of a sudden?”

You shrug, and reply that it’s just been so long since you’ve gotten any, so you feel that it’s about time for you to hit up the dating apps. He asks why you would want to hook up with a stranger and rick being catfished, or catching something, or just having a bad hookup.

You shrug again.

“I don’t know,” you tease, “the thrill is sexy.”

“As long as you’re safe and having fun,” he sighs, “just remember what happened the last time you went on a hookup spree.”

You scoff at his response, remembering the bad experiences from last time, and lean back against the arm of the couch, your arms folded across your chest.

“Okay mister,” you huff, “when’s the last time you slept with anyone?”

Namjoon pauses for a moment in thought before he replies, his tone even and casual, “Hmmm, probably two months ago? Three months almost? Whenever our last concert in Japan was…”

He trails off for a moment, “How I do love Japan.”

“Namjoon, that was almost a six months ago!” You’re shocked, “Do you not feel deprived in the slightest?”

Namjoon laughs at your sudden piqued interest, and leans against the opposite armrest of the couch across from you and lifts his legs onto the couch to tangle with yours.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he admits, “most of the time I’m just so busy that I don’t even notice.”

You hum in understanding, nodding your head as you make sense of his reasoning. A thought springs to your mind as you lean forward and closer to him.

“Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits relationship before?” you ask, and Namjoon shakes his head. You, slightly tipsy and deprived from sexual release, raise your eyebrows suggestively.

“What if I proposed…”

“Yes?” Namjoon hums, anticipatingly knowing where this conversation is going.

“An arrangement.” you say, “We don’t have to keep thing as they are, you know.”

“As they are?” Namjoon questions.

“Platonic,” you say, “we try it out, and if it isn’t what we want then we move on, but if it does, then we change it up and you know… help each other out.”

You feel your ears and the back of your neck heat as you wait for his response.

“So we use each other for sex, but we’re just friends?” Namjoon slowly says.

“Yeah,” you say.

A moment of silence.

“Alright, I’m down.”

He reached over and tangled his fingers into the strands of your hair, leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

“Take this off,” he nodded at your shirt.

You smiled then did as he instructed, removing your clothing, leaving your chest completely bare. He leaned over the couch, bent to kiss you and caress your chest, his thumb rubbing your nipples to hardened beads.

You moaned, breaking the kiss, “more.”

Namjoon smirked, as he fumbled with the top of your jeans, slipping them and your underwear down your body. You raise your hips to help him remove your clothing the rest of the way down your legs.

“Lay down,” he said, and you moved yourself back to the couch, laying yourself in the space beside where he sat, your knees bent to hide yourself from his gaze.

His eyes drank in the sight of your naked body. Every curve, every line, he breathed deeply.

“Damn,” he hummed.

“Stop staring,” you laughed, suddenly feeling nervous, you nudged his knee gently with your foot.

Namjoon moved to hover over you, tracing the tips of his fingers over the curve of your stomach. You shuddered, his touch leaving goosebumps over your skin.

“Hey,” you call his attention. His gaze met your own, “it’s not very fair that I’m laying here naked while you’re fully clothed. Take your shirt off.”

He shrugged, moving back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes followed the faint line of his happy trail down to the strained tent of his pants. You ran your tongue over your dried lips.

“Enjoying the view?” he joked, you nodded.

He reached down, placing his hands on either knee, spreading them further to make room for himself between your thighs. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread open for him, waiting for him, inviting him in.

He paused for a moment, his eyes focused on the sweet space of your core.

He lowered his head, his lips so close to where you wanted him that you were tempted to reach down and shove your hand into his hair.

You fought back the urge as he ran his finger through your folds. Your eyes screwed shut and a gasp left your lips as he gathered your arousal on the tip of his finger.

“God,” Namjoon breathed, “you’re already wet for me.”

He pressed his fingers against your entrance.

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“No?” It took everything in him to not slip his fingers inside. You were burning up, your pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips.

“You look so beautiful,” Namjoon whispers against the skin of your thigh, ghosting his lips over your entrance. Your eyes flutter closed at his teasing, and you begin to wonder how exactly you ended up in this situation. This perfect situation with Namjoon nestled in between your legs.

You wanted him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask, and Namjoon smiles darkly, tapping the bud at the top of your folds.

“I’m sure,” he says, “do you want me to continue?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “oh god yes.”

He nuzzled the apex of your thighs, breathing in the scent of your arousal. The fact that you were this ready for him made his blood boil. He undid the zipper of his jeans, hoping to relieve some of the pressure of his arousal.

“Namjoon…” you sighed, parting your legs farther as a signal for him to continue.

He hesitated, taking in the sight of your dripping need, before lowering his mouth to your core. He took his time, kissing with long strokes of his tongue, memorizing the taste and feel of you squirming underneath him.

“I need you inside me,” you breathed, lacing your fingers through his hair.

Namjoon parted from you with a long final lick up your folds, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. He lifted his head and his gaze met your own. You sat up, your fingers finding the band of his boxers, and he didn’t argue as you slipped the fabric over his hips. He got up, kicking the rest of his clothes off of his body.

He stood in front of you, free of the confines of his clothing, you stared, taking in the sight of him bare in front of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, your tongue fighting with his. You pulled back, tasting yourself on his lips, your pupils blown wide with lust.

You stood, taking his hand as you led him back to your bedroom.

The two of you rushed to lay on your bed, “now, let’s continue.”

You flipped him over, straddling his hips as you fished out a condom from your bedside table. You stroked him, pumping him to full hardness before rolling the latex onto his stiff arousal.

He let his head roll back into the pillows as you prepped him. When you were done, you kissed him, long and hard, guiding him to your entrance.

He held back a groan as you lowered your hips, bottoming out. You paused for a few moments, breathing deeply as you got used to the stretch of Namjoon against your walls.

“Move,” he grunted, the tightness of your heat sucking him in. He grit his teeth.

Slowly, you raise your hips, then lower them equally as fast, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. You moved your hips in a steady rhythm, but it wasn’t enough for him.

He grabbed your hips, lifting and lowering you quickly as he thrust his own hips to meet yours.

You cried out, doubling over at the intensity of his thrusts. Your hands fell to his chest as you tried to steady yourself.

“Namjoon,” you call, “Namjoon! Wait a second.”

He stopped, releasing his grip on you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Switch places with me.”

It was as if a switch flipped.

He pulled out of you swiftly, moving to lay you under him.

Any control he’d maintained up to that point left him as he entered you. Your heat surrounded him, wrapping him so tightly that it took his breath away.

He thrust into you, his thoughts clouded over in a haze of lust and passion. Tension coiled in the pit of his stomach. His pace increased.

You convulsed around him, lifting your hips in an attempt to feel him deeper. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head against your shoulder.

His movements became more frantic as you both neared your ends. You came with a groan, your orgasm gripping him like a vice as he continued his thrusts.

You let go of his neck, opting to dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he began to push you to the point of overstimulation.

With what little strength you had left, you clenched around him, encouraging his release.

The tight heat of you engulfing him dent him over the edge, and with a final thrust he stilled inside of you.

He breathed deeply to calm himself before pulling out and rolling over.

You both lay in the haze of your lust for a few minutes before you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Holy shit. Why didn’t we think of this earlier?’

The sound of Namjoon’s laughter bubbled up from beside you.

“I agree, this was a pretty good idea.”

“Glad you think so.”

A beat.

“So, do we have an arrangement?” you ask, rolling over onto your side to face him.

He turned to face you.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

A tall, chic looking man wearing shades and a long designer coat steps in and places his order. You man the bar, along with your coworker who takes orders from the drive through, leaving your third friend and coworker to deal with the front register.

Moments after the man orders, you hear your friend curse under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, placing a finished latte on the bar, “soy latte for Kim!”

“I forgot to ask for the name of the guy in the sunglasses,” she whispers, “and he ordered like the same thing as everyone else.”

You sigh, nudging her back to the register, as you notice the growing line, “just write whatever. I’ll figure it out.”

She scribbles something onto the back of the cup and hands it to you before going back.

You don’t think twice about the cup, until you’re reading out the cup names of the three identical drink orders.

“Small dark roast blend for Alex,” you call, “small dark roast blend for Joy, small dark roast blend for ‘man with nice dimples’.”

You don’t realize what you’ve said, so you finish handing out the bastch of drinks when the man wearing the sunglasses approaches the bar, removing his glasses to reveal his eyes.

“Sorry, was the man with nice dimple supposed to be me?” he asks, and you freeze as you look up and make eye contact with him.

He smiles at you, and you feel yourself hold your breath as you see how even more stunning he was without his eyes covered. You note that your friend was correct about him having nice dimples.

You laugh awkwardly, and hand him the drink in your hand.

“Sorry, my coworker forget to ask for your name.” you mutter out your apology, averting your gaze to anywhere but him again.

“Well was she right?” he asks, smiling as he reads the back of the cup.

You tilt your head in confusion, and he taps the writing in clarification, “about me being the man with nice dimples.”

Your entire body seizes up as he jokingly waits for your answer, and the only thing you find yourself doing is stammering back a response at him.

“Yes, yes, she is… you’re very attractive,” you smile as he laughs, thanking you for both the drink and the compliment, before he leaves, and you feel like you can finally breathe again.

Your embarrassment from earlier is still apparent from the flush of your cheeks, and you try to distract yourself from your coworkers laughing by getting back to work.

Hurriedly, you return to the bar and the amount of orders that has piled up during your short conversation. You groaned, one hour down, three more to go.

**unedited**

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To you, being in a relationship was necessary.

You knew that it wasn’t healthy, to be so dependant on the attention and validation that a partner could give you, and felt like a toxic gas filled your lungs when you inhaled the lust of your lovers.

It was addicting, soothing, it cured your fear of being alone, because the heat of another body against yours, even if for a moment, helped make you feel alive, and filled the emptiness you felt within you.

But relationships built on nothing but a need for being held don’t last, and you didn’t feel as though you were ready to open your heart and vulnerabilities up to another person.

Until he reappeared, and you found that there was no need for you to open yourself up to him. He had already known your heart inside and out.

“Yoongi,” you call one night. It’s late and the night sky outside is starless, the lights blocked by the smog of the city.

It’s suffocating. You feel strangled.

You’re curled in the sheets of your bed, wrapped like a bandage that holds you together and keeps you from the loneliness that seems to engulf you.

“Yeah what’s up?” he answers, his voice dry and thick with the slur of sleep, “It’s late, why are you still up?’

Your silence is your answer, as he realizes that something was different.

Off.

Wrong.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head in response, then grow embarrassed as you realize that he had no way of knowing what you were doing, so you speak.

“No,” you squeak, you feel pathetic, weak, vulnerable.

But it was okay in front of him, because he was Yoongi. Because he knew you. Because he had grown up with you. Because he was Yoongi.

There’s silence on the other end as Yoongi sits up in bed, completely awake, all his attention centered on you.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you whimper at his tone and feel the need to sob. Yoongi realizes his mistake and immediately apologizes.

“Please,” he says softly, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Can you…” you feel shy and embarrassed, but your loneliness and need for someone else to be there forced you to ask, “can you come over?”

Suga knew what that meant. It was another night where you needed someone in your bed. When you were upset and lonely and just needed the heat of another body against your own.

He had proposed the idea of you calling him during these times when you told him about you usual routine of finding a stranger to hook up with at some random club.

This was the better alternative, he told himself.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in a bit.”

Your doorbell rings half an hour later, and you open your door to a barefaced Suga, in a hoodie and sweats, his hair hidden under a cap.

You let him in, and he immediately throws his cap onto your kitchen table and moves alongside you into your bedroom.

You sit yourself down onto the middle of your bed, dressed in only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties. Suga stops in your doorway, shutting the door behind him as he pulls his sweater over his head, exposing his toned torso.

He glances over at you, throwing his sweater onto the floor beside him, he speaks for the first time since he’s walked through your front door.

“Remember the rules?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No.”

“Of course not.”

You hold your ribcage as you laugh so loud it hurts, seated in the empty studio after the group’s evening dance practice.

J-Hope stands in the middle of the room, dramatically flipping his hair and swaying his hips as Red Velvet’s Dumb Dumb blares loudly from the room’s speakers. He looks so adorable and you explode into laughter whenever he shoots you a heart or sends a wink in your direction.

“I’m cute, huh?” he smiles cheekily, and you shake your head.

“Adorable,” you agree, as he dances his way towards you, “oh my gosh, you’re ridiculous, what are you doing?”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly as he leans over you, pinning you between him and the couch. J-Hope’s arms box you in on either side.

In the background, you hear the song change from the cheerful bop to Chris Brown’s Take You Down. You flush and groan inwardly.

Of course it had to be this song, you think to yourself, seeing the silly playfulness disappear from his eyes.

You remember this performance well. Very well.

You recall that J-Hope also hadn’t been the only one onstage, but your attention had stayed on him the entire time. Simply recalling what you felt during that performance and the events following after the moment J-Hope got off of the stage sent heat straight to your face.

J-Hope smirks cockily, and brings his face closer to yours as his hands coax your body to lay back down on the couch, your eyes squeeze shut nervously as you feel yourself grow shy under the intensity of his gaze. Moments later, the weight of J-Hope’s body comes to a rest, hovering over top yours.

You wait a moment, your eyes still closed, as you wait for him to do something, and you realize how thankful you were for the boys’ thoughtfulness in giving the two of you some time alone immediately after their practice.

Another moment passes. Then another.

Confused, you slowly open your eyes to find J-Hope’s face, inches above yours, his gaze mischievous, and his cheesy smile once again plastered across his face. You stare at each other for a moment before he kisses your nose and rolls off of you.

“Come on,” he smiles, switching the music off, “I’m hungry, let’s go grab dinner.”

Onstage J-Hope was exactly like offstage J-Hope, never failing to make your heart flutter.

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Jinyoung ♥ : You awake?

You immediately flip over onto your stomach as you excitedly swipe to reply to his text.

Yeah! Why are you still up? You should be resting…

Jinyoung smiled from the other side of the screen, your concern for him filling him with warmth at the thought of you being concerned for him. He sunk himself further into the seat of the transport van, pulling his drawstring to bring his hoodie tighter around his face. He waves to his manager who spots him from the rear view mirror. 

“Can you drop me off?” he whispers, careful not to wake the members, who are fast asleep in the seats surrounding him. He sees the nod of his manager’s head, and smiles as he goes back to reply to your text.

Jinyoung ♥: I miss you, I’m on my way over. I’ll be there in 20. 

You feel your eyes pop out of your head as you receive his text, and you bolt out of bed. 

20 minutes.

That gave you enough time to tame your hair, throw on a shirt over your very minimal sleepwear, and throw all the trash in your room under your bed, and throwing all the rest of the mess around your apartment underneath the couch and into the closet.

Jinyoung would most likely notice the next morning, but it was so late that you were sure he wouldn’t notice nor care. Just as you rinsed out your mouth after brushing your teeth, you get a text from Jinyoung letting you know that he had arrived, you buzz him up, and wait at the front door until you hear a quiet almost inaudible knock at the door. 

You tug on the door to open it and as you do, you’re greeted with an exhausted Jinyoung, his eyes bloodshot, lips dry, but his mouth tugged into a slight coy smirk.

“Hey there,” you smile gently, pulling him into your apartment and shutting the door behind him before pulling him into your arms. 

His body slumps into you as he allows you to take up some of his body weight, placing his arms around you, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head. 

You turn to place a kiss on his cheek.

“I missed you,” you whispered, realizing that your cheeks were damp with tears.

You pull back to place a chaste kiss on his chapped lips, then pull to lead him to your bedroom. He pauses to to kick off his shoes and place them neatly beside yours, then follows you into your room.

Upon entering, you show him down onto the mattress, and climb on top of the bed, on top of him. You start at his face them make your way down the side of his jaw before your lips make contact with his neck, he places his hands on your shoulders to stop you. 

He looks at you, blinking slowly, “Sorry my love, not tonight.” he smiles apologetically. You shake your head.

“It’s alright,” you say, slipping to lay beside him instead. You use his arm as a pillow, resting your head, and turning to look at him, “you must be drained. Let’s go to bed.”

Jinyoung chuckles, his hand ruffling your hair, “You’re so adorable,” he cooes, you pout and laugh teasingly as you pull at his skinny jeans, “take these off then turn off the lights.” 

He groans, getting up to do as you asked. You scoot yourself under the blankets as the lights in your room flip off, and you feel the mattress shift beside you as Jinyoung shuffles himself under the covers, he pulls you closer to him, resting his hand on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. Your hands move to rub his arm soothingly. You fall asleep to his already sleeping face, and the warmth of his body next to yours.

The next morning, you’re awakened by a ringing cell phone and you groggily reach over to your bedside table to grab your cell phone only to find it had died. You flip onto your other side to Jinyoung who had also woken up to grab his phone. 

“Hello,” he answers, his voice low and croaking. He pauses for a moment, listening intently, rubbing the back of his head, “okay, I understand, I’ll be out in a minute.”

You frown sadly, watching as Jinyoung turns to you, his face apologetic.

“Sorry, I have to get going,” he hums, “we have an early rehearsal for Music Bank.”

You nod sadly, and Jinyoung leans down to kiss you before slipping out from under the covers, you arrange yourself to sit up on your elbows as Jinyoung searches for his pants, which he has draped over the back of your chair then pulling them on. 

“Want me to make you some coffee before you go?” you ask, and he turns to smile at you, adjusting his outfit before making his way to your side of the bed. “No, I’m good, thank you,” he says, placing a kiss to your temple, “go back to bed, I can let myself out.”

You nod, your eyelids drooping.

“Okay, thanks for coming by, I missed you,” Jinyoung responded with a kiss.

“Love you,” he said.

“Love you too,” you reply, and just like that, he was gone, as fast as he came and you couldn’t help but think that his being there has been just a dream, that your loneliness caused your mind to imagine the entirety of last night. 

Your fingers reach for his side of the bed and find the sheets still warm from Jinyoung’s touch. You smile and close your eyes, reassured and finally able to sleep.

**unedited**

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